The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Mike nodded. "And what about what they were saying about the will? They said that you have to be able to run it... do you know if it's any more specific than that? Like, does it say you have to be here to run it?"
He sighed. "Part of me wonders how well your grandfather can argue his prejudices, but I don't think a rich white mutant is someone that would be able to be a voice of reason. Three strikes, I'm out."
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Daria shrugged. "I'm not sure how the will works out. I don't think my parents thought I was leaving D.C." she thought for a minute. "But they knew I wanted to go to art school in New York...."
"Ha. You don't need to explain yourself and I don't need to justify our relationship. They might be too old to learn and I'm too old to argue." Daria said. "I would've whined a couple of years ago. I'm trying to grow with my twenty years of age and just do what I have to do." she leaned her head on his shoulder.
Mike nodded, sitting down on the bed with her still curled in his arms. "Well, like I said, let them talk. I'm going to keep my mind open to make sure they don't try to call the police after all, but... well, we can get through this. We've been through worse, after all."
He stopped to think about that. "Well... all right, in some ways, maybe you haven't been through worse than this... but we'll get through it anyway."
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Daria grinned. "This isn't that bad. They're just people. People can't hurt me that much." She decided. "I can handle it." she sounded sure of herself and she was, for the most part.
She yawned and shook her ears. "Alright. I need to sleep." she announced. "I don't know about you, but i'm exhausted."
"Probably not as much as you, but yes, I could definitely use some rest," Mike sighed. With a wave of his hand, the dresser blocking the door between their rooms slid silently aside, good for a quick getaway in case they were discovered, then lay down next to her. With a mental flick, the lights went off.
"Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, kissing her eyes as they lay in her bed.
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(The Next Day)
Daria had slept soundly through the night, curled up next to Mike. She awoke, showered and helped with breakfast. The only people who seemed generally happy to see Daria were the children; most of the one's she had babysat were in their early teens. Being colorblind and carefree at the moment, they really enjoyed Mike as well. Daria's aunt and Uncle stayed cordial but she could feel the tension.
Soon the day's events landed them at "Homestyle", the famlily restaurant. The smell of southern soul food wafted into the back office even so early in the morning. The plan was to meet with a buyer who needed Daria's affirmation on the situation because the place was in her name.
She had been right, it was possible to run the restaurant from outside of D.C. They listened to a presentation by the buyer and at the end the man with the clean steel grey suit and slikced jet black hair smiled charmingly.
"So do we have a deal?" he asked.
"No, we don't" Basil siad firmly as if he expected Daria to just sign off whatever he wanted.
She wouldn't of course and had been steadily studying the folder given to her, asking Mike from time to time to expalin certain things. "
I don't know. I think it would be nice to have the restaruant spread out a bit. It seems like a good deal. What do you think? Daria asked Mike in her head towards the end of the presentation.
It *does* seem like a good deal. As long as they're really leave ou with that much interest in the company, and you get in writing that as majority owner, you have direct control, it sounds kosher.
It's up to you, baby. Whatever you pick, it can be made to work. I don't think this is a bad deal, though. Leaves you with control, but has something in place for the event that you aren't available for an instant decision that needs to be made. And it gets more experienced heads in on the matter, too.
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My thoughts exactly she laughed in her head.
Just as Basil refused Daria was able to speak up. "Actually, I like the idea."
"Daria?" Mable argued.
Basil's eyes grew fiery. "I don't think that's a good idea, Daria. The restaurant is a family run place it's been that way for generations. You'ere just going to go and mess it all up?"
Daria ignored her grandfather as she signed. "I'm not messing things up. My parents had big dreams for this place and they didn't get to fulfill them. I'm going to have to see to it that they are satisfied."
"You wouldn't know what your parents wanted." Basil challenged.
Daria turned around. "I'm going to pretend as if you didn't say that."
Jonah sat nearby, his headphones on. He now clicked his mp3 player off as the tension rose.
"Go ahead and pretend all you want but Gale and Freddy used to leave you with us all the time and so I'd like to know just how you figured out what it is they wanted."
Daria bit her lip. "My parents did the best they could. They only worked so hard becuase you put so much pressure on them to keep Homestyle running. I want to make it so that my kids don't have so much weighing on them."
"Your kids?" Basil asked as the buyer left the office, handing the folder and info to Mike. It was the weirdest moment he'd had since he started his job. "I'll be damned if my family's restaurant is going to be run by some damn half animal creatures."
"Basil." Mable began. "What he means, Daria, is that Homestyle is based on a small tradition. One of the things that makes it so special is the fact that it's so tiny and cozy."
"I can make it so it doesn't lose it's touch, Aunt Mable." Daria assred the woman.
Basil glared "It's not happening." Basil said. "Over my dead body."
"Basil!" Mable interrupted, "Don't say such things."
"Shut up, Woman." Basil snapped and began to wheel himsef out, Mable cast one sad look back at Daria dn Mike before following him fro mthe office.
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Daria smiled at Mike and grabbed his hand leading him out the back door.
Bittersweet ocurrences occupied the rest of Daria's day. The trip home was supposed to be a joyous occasion but it seemed like all the good things were a bit dampened. One of Daria's closest kids, a little girl named Tania whom she used to babysit, was now 15 with a child of her own. Daria had been happy to see the girl but disappointed.
Jonah was a big surprise too but Daria was sad that he had mutant powers. It was a bad thing for him there. But she knew Jonah would never leave D.C and if he got kicked out he'd run the streets and be a real thug. She wanted to avoid that life for him. She couldn't encourage him to be who he was, he was too oppressed.
And her grandparents were the biggest disappointment of all. She saw that they were well and still very dedicated to eachtoher and their life but now that hse was a mutant she would never recieve the love they once had given her, and still gave her over the phone before she showed up again. It was tainted affection and Daria didn't want it anymore
It seemed like everything she wished for was right with her, and it was all just an illusion of what she once wanted. She was vaguely aware that her family at the Mansion was really all she had left. Perhaps this made her snuggle closer to Mike that night.
Whatever it was the moment was soon ruined by the sound of sirens outside. Daria's ears twitched towards the noise, tickling Mike's nose and waking him.
"What the..." Mike stood up. "Oh hell... baby, wake up," he hissed, jumping out of bed and throwing his clothes on. He could feel the mental vibrations... everything was about to go to hell.
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Daria awoke sluggishly at first, uncharacteristic of her. But Mike was in her mind constantly so his panic moved to hers. She got dressed as well and ran to the window, staying low. A flurry of police cars lined the streets and the swat team was outside the door of the house.
Mable and Basil opened the door to Daria's room with a master key.
"Bringing sin into my home too?" Basil demanded seeing Mike there. "This is it, Daria. It's over."
"Yeah, it is over." She said as Jonah approached through the hidden door left unblicked by Mike. He pinned Basil and Mable tightly to the wall. "Thanks, J."
"GO ahead, I'll meet you down stairs."
Daria grabbed Mike and teleported them to the front of the house.
Socres of Swat patrol were lined outside. Daria wanted to teleport back but she couldn't, she wasn't strong enough yet. They had no choice but to fight. Something needed to be done anyways.
Mike walked forward, confident that he was protected in his telekinetic shield, but suppressing the policemen's instinct to fire.
"Officer... Benson? Thought so... Under Chief Swanson, right?" THe policeman seemed slightly shaken. "Good man, personal friend of my grandfather, I think you remember the late Judge Asters?" He let that sink in for a moment, making no menacing moves. "My name is Michael Asters, might I ask what is going on here?"
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Officer Benson frowned for a moment but told his men to hold fire. "We got a mutant report. We came to take 'em in."
Daria hissed but she was wearing her sweater as she apprached as well. "Did they do anything?"
"Do anything? It's like having a gun without a license."Benson explained. "We get a report we take em in, they get shipped off. City streets are clean." He peered at Daria as if he recognized her.
Daria shook her head. "I don't think I like that. If they didn't do anything-"
"Mutants!" a neigbor screamed as if Mable had said something to her gin buddies.
The guns of the policemen clicked simultaneously but no one fired.
Benson turned to look at Daria. "I'm sorry, but duty calls. Now are you going to let me into the house? or do I have to force my way in."
Daria looked in the windsheild of the car and Jonah had stepped into the doorway. The swat had him cornered. Daria willed under her breath for Jonah not to attack but he did- he didn't know anybetter.
He sent their gun's floating and flying into the stratospphere while they collapsed to the floor.
"Protecting a secret?" Benson asked as two officers grabbed Daria from behind. Her hood fell down revealing her ears. "Thought so."
"So what?"
"Thought we had banned you, Ms. Strong. then mysteriously I get a call saying that your criminal record was excused. And now you're friends with Aster's grandson? And were you present at Astor Senior's death?"
"I don't have to answer that." Daria replied.
"I didn't think so."
Daria could feel her anger rising. This wasn't supposed to be how her visit went. She teleported behind the two officers, grabbed their heads and banged them together, knocking them unconcious.
"No, you're right, she doesn't have to answer your questions." Michael's eyes flashed blue.
"You don't want to be here," he said, gazing at the squad cars on the right. They all decided that they had more important things to do than be here, and drove away.
Still, that left more than he could deal with. "Did you ever think, just once, that maybe if you'd asked us to leave, we would have left?" he asked loudly, both to the officers and to her grandfather.
It wasn't easy, but he was powered up through his frustration and the flurry of emotions he was drawing from all around him. One by one, cops decided that they had something else to do and left... to never remember this incident in the morning. At the same time, he had to try to keep the remaining ones from noticing and firing, while maintaining a telekinetic shield around himself AND Daria. So far he was succeeding... but even he wasn't foolish enough to think he could keep this up forever.